Page 19 of Sofa King Devotion

“Hmm, sounds like you need another orgasm.” He steps between my thighs, and heat blooms through my body.

“It’s your fault.” I shift, wiggling closer to him. “You’ve flipped a switch inside of me.”

“It better only be my fault.” He presses his cock against my core, and it’s thick and hard. “Every time my cock gets hard, it’s your fault.” Sawyer leans in, pressing a kiss to my jaw, then moves lower to press another to my chin.

"Do I really turn you on that much?" I’ve never considered myself sexy. I mean, come on, the sexiest thing I own is overalls, and that’s probably because they’re shorts.

"Soon you'll understand." He unfastens my overalls, causing the straps to drop. "Once I sink into that sweet heat, you won’t be able to keep me off you."

Sawyer rakes his teeth along my neck, and it pulls a moan from me. His hands are strong and possessive as I rock against him.

"You never had sex before,” I say and then grin. “You might hate it." I reach under his shirt, needing to touch bare skin.

"There is nothing about you I could ever hate."

"Is that so?"

"Never. Every part of you makes you my kitten." He lifts his head to stare down at me. "Claws and all."

The look of intensity in his eyes lets me know how much he means the words. How he truly believes that I’m perfect exactly as I am.

I rake my nails down his chest, and it pulls a groan of pleasure from him. The sound goes straight to my core, and I watch as he closes his eyes. Boldly, I run my hand along the top of his jeans, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.

“I need to feed you. When was the?—”

“Are you sure you want to eat?” I challenge playfully.

Sawyer’s eyes pop open, his mouth drawing up in a smirk. “Oh, I’m going to eat.” He grips the bottom sides of my overalls and in one hard tug has them down my legs. As soon as they drop to the floor, all teasing stops. “Take the top off.”

Sawyer may be giving the order, but he doesn’t wait for it to be followed. He reaches for it himself, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on his counter in nothing but my bra and panties.

“So damn beautiful.” He grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him while leaning in at the same time. He claims my mouth before his tongue thrusts in, stroking as deep as he can get. “I'm going to check if I got the height right,” Sawyer says against my lips.

“What?” I ask, lost in lust. All I can do is wonder why his mouth is no longer on mine when he drops to his knees.

“Nailed it,” he says, his face at the perfect level to my sex.

“What are you talking about? Nailed what?” I can’t string thoughts together because my body aches with anticipation.

"I need to taste you, kitten,” he says softly before he tugs my panties to the side. I watch as he dips his head between my thighs, and then his tongue is parting the folds of my sex and finding my clit.

"Sawyer!" My hips jerk against his face, but Sawyer uses his arms to pin them down and keep me still. He gives me a fierce, dark look, letting me know he’s the one in control. I can feel the air around us changing as a more dominating Sawyer comes out.

“You’ll never be able to buck me off.”

“Never,” I agree as I spread my thighs wider.

His tongue goes straight to my clit, and he’s no longer teasing. He’s a man with a plan, and this time it’s to make me cum as fast as possible.

Words tumble past my lips as he works me up. I try to tell him that it’s too much, but then I’m shouting to never stop. God knows what else I manage to say before the orgasm rips through me. I cry out Sawyer’s name as the pleasure cascades over me so fiercely I see stars.

Sawyer doesn’t stop, though. He’s hungry for more, for me… and I’ve never felt sexier.

Chapter Fourteen

SAWYER

Rubbing my face in her desire, I groan at how good she tastes. I’d imagined this moment a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but no fantasy could ever compare to the real thing. To my Lane.

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